I’m happy to see
the rooms you’ve made beautiful,
pleased to watch you show your treasures,
glad to smile at your newfound wealth…
but will you let me peek over your shoulder
through doors just slightly ajar?
Can you hint at uncertain chaos, lurking?
or the promise of spring,
an open window unvisited?
May I walk beside you
to the edges of what you know?
Will you hold my hand to soften darkness,
and dance when there is music?